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I was born on October 10th 1953 to Myron & Dorothy, a post depression era handsome couple. I was their second child. Randy is my older brother of 5 years.My dad, Myron was in the Marine Chore. He was madly in love with my mother, Dorothy. She was a true beauty. Once in a dress shop in San Diego where my dad was stationed, a Miss America scout ask her to be in the pageant. She was married and married girls could not be in the pageant . Dad was a sweetheart, I always remember him with a smile. Mom was the serious type handling all their affairs best she could. She was an amazing artist, capturing herself beautifully in a self portrait I remember her painting as a little girl.I had a pretty normal child hood like many middle class families in the 50's and 60's, just the normal stuff. Nothing dark or looming to any great extent. I guess the most traumatic thing I went through was watching my parents fight and argue about a lot of things; money, drinking, work and things like that. My brother was the normal mean brother. I always wanted to follow him around the neighborhood, he threw rocks at me and told me to get lost.I was an imaginative child. I had an imaginary friend. I still think of him. He was a guardian angel. It seems I always felt a bit different than the other kids. My imaginary angel friend was always there when I felt the most alone, and then one day I just never saw him again. I forgot about him for years and then when I began my journey into metaphysics, I remembered him once again and all the memories came flooding back.I started my Spiritual journey the year of the Harmonic Conversion in 1987.The earliest memory’s I have are when I was One. In the home my parents brought me home to. I saw then and always have sensed spirits. I also saw animal spirits. My parents didn't embrace my special ability, rather like many parents in those days, said “ There's nothing there honey, it's your imagination.”Not all of my seeing was exactly a positive experience either. I cried and worried. I was confused that no one would believe me. I was left alone to my own small rationalizations at an early age of one. I did my best to deal with my situation. When my kitten came back to sit on my window sill for many months at night in my room, I snuck to the foot of my parents bed at night and rolled up in what blankets had fallen on the floor. I saw and sensed a man outside my window while I slept in my crib. I managed to convey to my dad to go look outside my window. He did and saw some footprints. I remember this well. I was only two. I saw wild animals in my room and screamed for my parents to come, they ignored me while I cried myself to sleep. Sometimes my dad would come and would console me.I had the positive spirits along with the scary spirits visit from time to time.Every time we would move to a new house, I saw and felt that spirits were around. I did know at an early age that there are spirits around us. I knew the truthabout many things. I knew I could see what was really going on with people. I could see their pain. I could sense their intentions. I could see fear in people and I could also see love in people. I am a natural born caregiver. And a natural born healer. My heart is big. My intentions honorable and forthright.I grew up in the Golden Era. A time when middle class Americans were truly middle class. I always had a sense of security within my family and I was very protected from the outside world. My parents were successful and abundant. Looking back I am so very grateful because being as sensitive as I am to the sadness of the world, I don't think my gifts would have grown and flowered as they have if my parents hadn't of been so gracious and protective. I saw the sadness, the pain and sorrows all around me and it did make me feel lost and alone. I felt that someday things would be ok. I rarely saw peace or beauty. I was a constantly obsessed with fixing my family. I also felt compelled to fix what I thought was the issues and problems with others. At a very young age I understood that wasn't possible and knowing what I thought were the answers and also knowing there was no way that I could fix anything, I withdrew into an imaginary more appealing world. I connected with the only thing available, my sweet and loyal companion, my horse Molly.Then came boys! Oh my goodness! Boys threw me for a loop! And I do remember I threw them for quite a loop too. Now I could start figuring out what was wrong with the male race. That was never going to happen. I tried, believe me I tried. Having no luck what so ever accomplishing my goal I retrieved into drugs and alcohol just as my mother did, her father and his ancestors. It seemed like an ok solution at the time although I was conflicted. Years of struggling with this conflict went by. I have learned so very much from this gift.I call struggles gifts. I decided to learnfrom my life lessons. I am richer, wiser and I have a sense of wisdom. What I call the darkness is as equally important as the light in my classroom of life. In my opinion, all the things I have accumulated, my big life, my ego centered accomplishments are just entertainment for my ego while I am are here on this quite lovely earth. The real reason I AM here is to fulfill agreements with others in learning what appear to be insignificant lessons to most humans. Like learning how to love, forgive and have compassion.Life time after life time I return, my soul trying to guide me to my lessons. I fumble and fall and eventually I learn. How beautiful is that. It's amazing! I love seeing and realizing when I have learned a life lesson. It feels so good. I can see that my buttons aren't easily pushed by another anymore and I thank them secretly for facilitating and helping me in my process and journey. I am always striving to be a better balanced human being.Then came Glamor and Glitter, Back stage passes and the 70',and '80's, that was a fun diversion. Again I learned. I saw I had many guardian angles by my side otherwise I seriously doubt I would have survived it. I traveled the world, had princes adoring me, fast cars driving me to exotic places, magazines featuring my good looks, pretty boys spoiling me and a mother who cared.Boy, was I lucky! I modeled for the Top Modeling Agencies all over the world. I moved to and settled in Scottsdale Arizona with Johnny in 1979.I opened my very own modeling agency. I had my first child in 1981. His father named him Dylan after Bob Dylan, we lived in a spacious Scottsdale home. All my family and most of my relatives moved to Apache Junction, Arizona and life was good. It was very comforting to have all my loved ones around me and I felt secure. Dylan was and still is an amazing son! I am very proud of him. My children are my wise teachers. They gave me a reason to strive to be a better person. I absolutely adored being a mother! When I was layered with kids in my shopping cart, one on my hip and another one in the oven, people would say how do you do that?Always with a smile I would answer, I love this! Raising my children and also having that sense of securitythat my mother my dad and my family gave me, made parenting the greatest adventure and best experience of my life. One day in April of 1981 a handsome young man of about 26 years old strolled into my modeling agency for an interview. He wanted to be an actor. At the moment my eyes caught his glance I knew I had met my Soul Mate. I am still married to this great guy and father of 3 of my children;Ruby Lee, Marlon Daniel and Emily Rose.We spent 10 years in Arizona when the children were still small. We had our share of adventure,tribulations, tears and plenty of happiness too. Like any family. We moved toHarstine Island in the Pacific Northwest in the Fall of 1993. My father bought us the sweetest chalet in a perfect wooded gated community. Mom put 4 bunk beds up stairs in the loft for the kidsand we continued living our American Dream. Our Home. Francis built us a farm house in the middle of 9 acres of pristine pasture land.We had horses, cats, dogs, birds, guinea pigs, rabbits, wildlife, fresh air and space to breath and spread our wings! As I helped my family prepare the pasture land for our home to be built, one day as I was walking the land I came across an old piece of wood on which I wrote spontaneously, “This is my JourneysEnd” nailed it to a nearby tree and forgot about it for many years. I love my farm and all the memories.I felt somehow that I had arrived to the most comfortable place on earth. We moved into the farm house on mother's day 1995. We all slept like angles that night. It was one of the happiest days of my life!It sounds like a beautiful life because I have left out the pain. There is much pain and sorrow, tearsand frustration in my life but what I choose to show you is what possibilities are there.The truth is, this is how I see my life at this moment. I didn't crystallize in my pain. I choose tolearn from my pain and I choose to grow and learn.On a sunny warm summer day I sat down at my typewriter in 1998 and began writing a manuscript called: “The Truth Seekers, yet another plea to Humanity” (copyrighted and soon to be on my newer web site)

I took me nearly all summer to write my manuscript getting up many nights at 3am to write by candle light. The children were very patient with me, peering through the den window from outside while they wondered when mom would ever be done spending so much time on her typewriter. I wrote non stop sometimes for hours at a time. Day and night. I believe this book was divinely channeled through me to reach out to people, almost pleading to heal our world from pain and suffering.From 1995 to 2005 was an amazing spiritual introspective journey for me and my family. The hardest part for me of this personal positive experience was falling back into what I call the darkness in that summer of 1995.It can be termed negativity.Many things appear to us along our path that seem to be unfair or lead us back into an unhappy space. And this is exactly what happened to me. One day a friend handed me a simple cigarette and a drink and there I was catapulted out of my bliss into a very dark reality. To some it might not of seemed so dark, uncomfortable or scary. To me at that moment I was aware it would be a journey home once again.Many things have happened in these last 6 years! It has been like being caught up in a cyclone of lessons on top of lessons! And I have been able to see every single one of these life lessons unfold and be learned by me, as if I were watching my own life as a movie.It's truly amazing the syncronicity. I have only needed to be willing. I have only needed to listen. I have only needed to watch. I have only needed to LOVE.January of 2012 as I was stepping onto my plane to come back to America from a long stay with an old friend in Australia, I texted my son Dylan to ask what he was up to and that I was on my way home.He had just stepped out of what was intended to be a seminar on some type of motivational and productivity business skills related event. Apparently, the event was entirely spiritually based. Talking about positivity, love, kindness, compassion, the universe and the oneness of all things.He texted me back “Do you have a copy of that book anywhere mom?” Well one thing lead to another and here I AM.It's 2012, A New Beginning for Mankind. I would like to help.

I am currently in Ocean park Washington until further notice..tucked in here @ The Beach with my heart throb and soul mate, Francis...making all sorts of connections as to make your healing experience a more total and complet experience.I just want to say one thing to start this out.Why do people have to be so mean? Why can't we just love each other? Why do we have to project our own pain onto others to make our little selves feel better? And why is it so hard to allow our fellow man to shine?I have spent my entire life wishing that someday I could live in a world where all people are equally content and loved and love.Wouldn't it be nice to live on this earth without fear of any kind?You say that is impossible? I say anything is possible.Somebody has to say it's possible.